Goats and Gypsies

Gypsy was worried. Her pretty little face was scrunched in a look of anxiety and she stared blindly out into nowhere. The sound of Emersyn's voice cutting through the blowing wind of the incoming storm brought a soft gasp from the tiny woman, her milky white eyes going wide for a moment. The large fae offered to take Gypsy out to find the missing goat and the offer was received with a nod and a look of thanks. With Bertha keeping the other startled goats in check, Gypsy had been worried that they would have had to leave the missing goat behind. "Oh thank you, Emersyn!" The lady's purple and white face lit up brightly.

As Emersyn made the offer to walk beside her or to carry her, Gypsy pulled her mismatched ears back against her skull in uncertainty. Everyone in the band knew how shy and broken she was. Physical contact was very unsettling for the minuscule wolf. There was a little goat out there though... alone and probably scared half to death. "We'll go faster if you carry me." With care, Gypsy settled her small frame upon Emersyn's much larger body. She was ready to go.

Gypsy's sensitive hearing gauged the rumbles of thunder and she curled more tightly into Emersyn's thick pelt. "Do you think we'll find him before the storm hits? He's just a kid." The missing goat in question was the child of one of the bands goats. It had wandered off and Gypsy had only known due to the mother's bleats and beckoning calls. She was terribly worried that the kid could have become injured or worse.

"Gypsy" "Bertha"